Horns lyrics

Bloodshot eyes and a dead beat stance

Shit for brains i'm a game of chance

One cut two cut counting scars...

Three cut horns up behind the bars

I'm not your patron saint

I'm not your patron saint

Horns up or down horns up i am your warpaint

You're not my angel dear

You're not my angel dear

Let's make this crystal clear

Horns up i am your worst fear

It's not the cough that carries me off

It's the motherfuckin coffin they carry me off in

It's not the cough that carries me off

It's the coffin they carry you off in

I'm not your patron saint

I'm not your patron saint

Horns up or down horns up i am your warpaint

You're not my angel dear

You're not my angel dear

Let's make this crystal clear

Horns up i am your worst fear

One shot ten shot just in case

'S what it takes to get you out of my face

If i wake up strapped up in my bed, you can slit my wrists

I'd rather be dead